Mash Up (feat. MoStack)

Lyrics

Take this bottle off me before I mash up the place
 Bare smoke sorry if I ash up the place
 All we do is ball, ball, ball
 She rejected me when she could have had it all, all, all
 Pass me the money, that's all
 For every one friend, 100 niggas wanna see me fall
 But I'm standin' up tall
 Keep designer on the waistline
 Remember what happened last time?
 Came in late, blame it on the black people's timin'
 I turn 4 to a 8 'cause I'm doublin' like Ireland
 And why these niggas give me hate? You'll be me soon keep grindin'
 They say they roll to the 8, liddle motherfucker keep lyin' (liar)
 Ayy, I just give them a high and go
 'Cause them niggas wasn't with me through the highs and lows
 You wasn't with me when I was broke
 Babestation, pass me the Sky remote (gimme that)
 She wasn't with me them times there
 Call me when your friends ain't there
 They see me in my specs lookin' like a professional
 Woulda never known I was a criminal
 Would you eat it all? I need a greedy girl
 You ain't bad at all, look, it's easy girl
 Show me what them sweet lips do
 And do it like you mean it too
 And does your pumpum give life?
 If it don't then you better give it life right now
 And is your pumpum built tight?
 I can't wait 'til the day that I find out
 They turn fake and they last me
 Friends turn to foes, why nobody warn me though?
 And I don't trust nobody
 Me on my own, I'm a one man army, yeah
 What does a wallahi mean to me
 The other day I see an Akhi with a Jesus piece
 You said Netflix and chill, now you teasin' me
 You made me miss the whole Power season 3
 She got a attitude problem
 Claim your bad, baby come on then?
 If I let you call me by my government
 Are you gonna suck it like it succulent?
 I'ma have you up late, do you like chocolate?
 I'm an animal, I need a big batti girl
 Bring a ratchet girl from my best mate
 See the material, watch your step mate
 It's the 4 eyes geek, bedroom freak
 She don't pack her weave 'cause her hair's on fleek
 Then I step with Hus, he came through with Creeps
 I don't smoke it up but pass the weed
 I'm a alcoholic, oh, yes indeed
 On the motorway, can we pass the police?
 Baby, play the music and then play with me
 Don't make it awks, ha take the lead
 Ha that's your chain, that's the banter
 Your chain have no ice like J Hus Fanta
 I don't have no broads in Atlanta
 But she in designer like panda
 Fancy me, you're gonna kiss some guys
 But I ain't complainin', I feel your vibe
 And she's insecure, look, babe you're fine
 That ain't stretch marks, that's tiger stripes
 Take this bottle off me before I mash up the place
 Bare smoke sorry if I ash up the place
 All we do is ball, ball, ball
 She rejected me when she could have had it all, all, all
 Pass me the money, that's all
 For every one friend, 100 niggas wanna see me fall
 But I'm standin' up tall
 Keep designer on the waistline
 Remember what happened last time
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:38
Key
7
Tempo
98 BPM

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